A/N: Umm. Hullo. Thanks to those that reviewed: Mac, Shady, Infinity Ryen, Reese, and Elfish. :) M'a little sad I got 67 hits and 6 reviews. :( Reviews make people feel special and hits don't. Not for me, at least… Well um. Yeah. I'll stop… for now. Onto the next track which I am writing off the top of my head!

Track 2

Shuichi was waiting around his usual spot writing lyrics while waiting for business to come along. He'd gotten a few offers that night, but he didn't go with drunken fat men. It sounded a bit snobby of him, but hey. It was one way of protection. Drunken men were usually violent and he didn't want to have to pull out the gun.

Suddenly, his lyrics flew out of his hand and off in the wind. An tall, slim shadow bent down to pick them up.

"I think you may have dropped this," a friendly blonde handed them back to him. "And by the looks of it, I don't think you'd want to lose those words. I rather like them."

He accepted his lyrics back, standing on his toes to give the man a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you. I appreciate your kind words." The savior of his lyrics waved him off, blushing lightly.

The pink haired teen waved back as his first fan walked off, smiling happily. He went back to writing his lyrics until they were blown off by the wind once more. This was getting slightly aggravating.

Twenty-three year old ex-novelist, Eiri Yuki was looking for some company to stay with him for the night after closing his horribly busy bar. Usually, he wasn't one to kick out customers, but shit. It wasn't normal that fat, hairy, violent alcoholics would walk in and start hitting on his fairly aristocratic regulars.

After all these years, it seemed that Eiri Yuki had a heart. Maybe all those annoying phone calls from his one-night stands helped. Besides, it wasn't as if he needed the money, so it didn't really matter anyway.

Oddly enough and quite randomly as well, a slightly wrinkled piece of paper flew into his face. He roughly yanked the paper off of his form, holding it out to read what it said. Ugh. Horrid. Eiri may have been a bit rusty with his words since he quit writing, but fuck. This stuff was terrible. He felt eyes on him, giant violet ones, rather beautiful really.

"Hey, y'wanna give that back?" Shuichi asked bluntly. What'd the blonde guy have to go read it for? There was something called privacy and he'd rather that not be violated. "I kind of need that."

Yuki followed the voice that came with the eyes to a effeminate young man with a shapely body and strange pink hair. He could probably pass off as a young lady who hadn't hit puberty quite yet. The boy wasn't really dressed like a 'normal' Japanese boy though, but then again, a 'normal' boy wouldn't be out this late.

He was wearing a pair of black leather pants, a tight red midriff shirt and a black trench coat. Whoa. Prostitute. He definitely didn't have the sleazy attitude of the regular ones. "Now what would you need this back for? It's utter crap. Don't you have school tomorrow or something? And… you might want to change your clothes too."

"I need it back because I'm making something of it. And what the fuck do you care? I'm not student. I'm a fucking hooker, alright? Are you happy to hear that?" Shuichi Shindou's good mood from the other blonde went away as quick as it came. He walked up and snatched his paper out of the man's hands harshly, anger taking over the innocent violet of his eyes.

Eiri didn't know what to say. Half of him wanted to start yelling at the boy, half of him wanted to ravish him into the brick building he'd been leaning on. He wouldn't fumble for words though, so he spoke without thinking, "I care because it hit me in the face, baka. And no, I'm not happy to hear you're a prostitute. What's a kid like you doing that for anyway?"

"What I whore myself out for is none of your business. So if you're not going to pay me for sex, fuck off and go home," the normally genki pink-haired teen spat out bitterly. Why'd this guy have to prod into his life anyway? It wasn't as if he really cared.

"I'm not going home or paying you for sex, but I'll pay you for something else," Yuki offered before he knew it. He didn't immediately regret it though. And he could probably get a few kisses out of it too.

Shuichi looked at the man scandalously. Never had he been asked to do anything else besides have sex. It wasn't that he minded being asked to do something else, he just wasn't used to it. "What do you want me to do then?" he asked curiously and then he added for good measure, "I don't come cheap."

"Before I tell you that much and how much you're getting paid, tell me your name," Eiri requested.

"You first. You're the one propositioning me," Shuichi demanded.

"Eiri Yuki. I don't give out autographs," he stated bluntly.

"Don't think so much of yourself. I wasn't going to ask for one from someone I've never heard of. Shuichi Shindou." The blonde was partially annoyed by the pink baka's attitude and half liking him.

"Sing at my bar tomorrow night at 7. My regulars want entertainment. It's karaoke, so you don't need your own lyrics. I'll pay you 45,000 yen (A bit more than $400) and 10,000 more if you come with a friend (roughly $90). Oh yeah… and tips people are going to throw at you," Yuki proposed.

Shuichi nearly fainted. "You're kidding me, right?"

The blonde shook his head. "I don't kid about business."

Shindou-san sent him a half-assed grin. "Well then. How long do you want me on stage for?"

"An hour. No more, no less." Eiri Yuki couldn't believe he was doing this, but he was. Besides, a more popular band would cost loads more. He'd be bringing in more money than he was paying the kid anyway. The best part was that he'd get to see the sexy young man on stage, sweaty and passionate.

"Deal." Shuichi sealed it with a kiss. He walked off seductively, but not before winking at his new business partner. The boy ran back to his and Hiro's penthouse as fast as he could.

Hiro was starting to get worried about his best friend. He certainly couldn't fall asleep while Shuichi was out … selling himself to someone. No, he was much too worried for that.

Goddamnit. It was nearly four in the morning. At least he wouldn't have to get up for a regular job the next morning. That didn't matter as much as Shuichi did. He didn't know what in the world he'd do if something happened to his love.

"HIRO!" Speak of the devil. His pink-haired baka of a best friend was pounding at the door. "LET ME IN! I have news!" The banging continued. The people downstairs would be all pissed off, but who the fuck cared. He was relieved.

The sexy redhead opened up the door, only to be tackled to the hard wooden by his best friend. "Well, get off me and tell me what you were pounding on the door for!" Hiroshi teased, grinning and blushing at the same time.

"We've just got a gig!"

To be continued…

WAHOOOOO! TRACK 2 IS DONE! Odd bit of a cliffy… And… it's nearly 5:30 AM. - -' Sooooo… for all my hard work (finishing the chapter in… roughly two and a half hours), can I get some reviews please? Tis upsetting me to find loads more hits than reviews… pretty pretty please? M'tired and sad. Pretty pretty please? I'll love youuuu. Thank you for reading! And I'll thank you even more to reviewwwww! Until next time!

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